Chapter 553 I Said Which Dog Started Biting People Again
Grace and Xavier had planned to spend the weekend at the beach. Meanwhile, Chase smacked Scott on the head. "Where's Angela? Did you piss her off and she took off?"
Angela usually stayed at her own place and didn't see Scott much. She had mentioned being swamped with work lately and was staying at the office, so she wasn't coming home.
"No way," Scott said, rubbing his head.
"Then why haven't we seen Angela for days? It's the weekend, even Grace is out having fun. You should call Angela and ask her out. Do it now."
"Grandpa, Angela's busy."
"Busy with what?"
"Work."
Chase smacked him again. "If she's busy with work, why aren't you helping her?"
Helping? Scott wasn't sure how he could help. He didn't know anything about fashion, and Angela's company didn't seem to be short-staffed. Maybe she needed money? If that was the case, he could help with that.
"Call her now. Do it!"
Reluctantly, Scott took out his phone and called Angela. She answered with a yawn. "Who is it?"
"It's me," Scott said in a low voice.
"Scott?" Angela recognized his voice. She sounded tired, clearly sleep-deprived.
"Do you have time tomorrow? Let's go out."
Angela opened her eyes in surprise. Scott was asking her out? This had to be Chase's idea.
"Is Mr. Coleman with you?"
"Yes."
She knew it. Otherwise, Scott would never invite her out. "I can, but I have some research to do tomorrow. If you have time, you can come with me to the mall."
"Sure," Scott agreed.
Chase, watching Scott, reminded him, "When you meet a girl, always bring a gift. Even if it's your wife, always prepare a surprise."
Scott wondered what girls liked, or more specifically, what Angela liked.
The next day, Scott got up early, picked out a casual outfit, and styled his hair. He noticed the cologne Grace had given him. It would expire if he didn't use it, so he sprayed a little on.
Angela was surprised to see Scott waiting for her downstairs. "Did Mr. Coleman tell you to come?"
Scott didn't deny it, though Chase hadn't been that specific. "This is for you." He handed her a large bouquet of flowers from the car.
Angela was taken aback. Scott had prepared flowers? This had to be Chase's doing. Scott wasn't the type to think of such things. The flowers were beautiful and fresh, clearly well-designed.
"Did you prepare these yourself?"
"No, I saw a little girl selling flowers on the street and felt sorry for her, so I bought them."
Scott wouldn't admit he had ordered them the day before, and they had been freshly picked and flown in overnight. The bouquet alone cost over six figures.
Angela, holding the flowers, was visibly pleased. No one had ever given her flowers before. She put them inside and then left with Scott.
The mall was packed, typical for a weekend. Angela was there to check on her store and scope out the competition. Her studio targeted the mid-to-high-end market, which was fiercely competitive. She needed to research the sales trends.
Angela took Scott to a store and asked, "What do you think of these designs?"
Scott's clothes were all high-end custom-made, delivered each season. He rarely looked at fashion designs. "These are women's clothes. I can't really tell."
"Do you think they look good?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah, they look nice."
Angela scoffed. "That's so dismissive!"
She walked towards the cash register. Scott didn't understand why she thought he was being dismissive. A store clerk approached him. "Are you a friend of our boss? These designs are all by her and they're very popular."
Scott was surprised. He didn't know this was Angela's store. It was large and well-designed, with clothes organized by season and color, making it visually appealing.
Angela was reviewing the quarterly report when Scott approached, clearing his throat.
"What's wrong? Is your throat acting up again?"
Scott said, "I took a closer look. The clothes are actually quite nice."
"Really? What's nice about them?" Angela asked.
Scott racked his brain. "They have a good design."
"You understand design?" Angela was skeptical. Scott seemed to be making things up.
Scott replied, "I don't, but you do."
Though simple, Angela felt she understood Scott's meaning. She decided to let it go, considering Scott's lack of knowledge in this area.
After finishing her work, Angela took Scott to another store that specialized in formal wear, with high prices. She was just browsing when she saw a beautiful dress. It was well-designed, comfortable, and not cumbersome.
But the price tag read ten million dollars! Ridiculous.
Angela shook her head. This store was even more expensive than hers. A ten-million-dollar dress could be made of gold.
Scott picked up the dress. "Try it on."
"Sorry, sir. This dress is a display piece. You can only try it on if you buy it first."
Due to the high price, no one had bought it yet.
Scott handed over his card. "I'll buy it."
Angela quickly grabbed his card. "Are you out of your mind? You should give that money to me instead."
Just then, a mocking voice came from nearby, "This is quite the show. Pretending to be rich, one acting like they're paying, the other pretending to stop them."
Angela remained silent.
She retorted, "I was wondering which dog was barking. Turns out it's you, Edith. I thought you were locked up. Guess they let you out again?"
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